Not a thing in this world you could compare
To the dreams of a child without a care
An imagination so free untouched by life
Full of wonder and magic while free of strife
Dark Wizards battle for the rule of the land
While Heroes charge forth with their weapons in hand
Great battles are fought in the field of dreams
The victorious voice lost in joyous screams
To see the world through the eyes of a child
With an imagination that is free to run wild
Growing up is a path we will all pursue
But can we grow back down to a mind so true?
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